This is a song about "Preamble to the const"

Well, that's what you are

Down the street to the car,

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Cassidys in disses to teach me to eat the masters to pieces

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

To the voice of the oblivion,

No soup for you

Live the way you want to

#smelly to the #feet, #fleet, #fighting to #defeat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Just searching for the perfect shot

From the bottom to the top

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

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